Death defines us

Walking through the cemetery I noticed the inscriptions on the headstones – devoted son, father and grandfather. Precious only child , beloved wife and mother. sister. wife. mother.

In death, we are not defined by what we did ot who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.

I would like to say I came home and called my parents. I did not.


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